Entering a Company From Another World!?

Time for everyone to rest after joint training.

"... it's too much."

Finally, there was a complain about what I had read through.

As I stared at my computer, I opened my eyes to heal tired eyes, and then I sorted out the contents of the materials I had just read.

"Should I call it the Demon King Army of the Weak? He's just trying to take the position of general."

It was an investigation based on vague grounds of concern.

I don't know what to say. It feels like a small bone stuck in the back of my throat can't come off.

The feeling of forgetting something and not remembering it.

It feels like you're trying to remember words that don't come out of your mouth.

I've been feeling the awkwardness of not being able to reach that discomfort since I fought Carter.

I was pushed by that feeling, and the first thing I did was gather the standard materials in a way that followed the advice.

The battle against Carter has inspired me enough to say that it was a well-trained battle.

I felt tired physically and wanted to rest slowly today.

When I finished my training, I was looking at the materials that I had procured for my computer.

"Augustus, Dark Elves, Lizardman, Bug Man, Beast Man, Demon... a species trade fair belonging to the Demon King Army."

Have Suela and the others sleep first.

The result I saw as necessary was that the tournament I was trying to challenge turned out to be more dangerous and important than I imagined.

What you see on your computer is a list of participants in the tournament that will determine the general.

I can't help but sigh in a line that I feel resentful that I did not collect any materials because of the peaceful and vague sportsmanship that makes it meaningful to participate when I look at the contents and compete in the competition.

The materials contain a little information such as slurred names and origins, but the amount of information is accumulated and transformed into a huge amount.

Carter Isperio, who was supposed to be a rival, advised me to be a little more attentive to my surroundings, but as I was advised, I had to say that I was unrecognizable.

The other participants will be the first to get the materials and have Suela prepare them late, and you can see that throughout the tournament, each thought is intertwined and quite selected and staffed.

It's a face that seems to have one or two habits even if I just read it fluently.

That said, it is information that can be viewed by all participants, and because there is little information itself, it is only a rough impression of my subjectivity, but on the contrary, it can be said that the information alone has enough facets to have such an impression.

Review the information written in a format that can be described as a brief resume.

Phew, well...

Take a deep breath and relax.

Show me again what Suela said in her brief resume that she needed to be careful.

It is easier to see thanks to her careful ranking.

Resumes are arranged from top to bottom.

Overall, she checked the information of strength, knowledge, and status, as well as rumors, and ranked it in addition to the information Suela had at her disposal.

The accuracy of the information is a good substitute.

In other words, it can be said that it is a prediction table for the winning candidate.

"Kisan Kuyoo, a demon who is the deputy commander of the Kintetsu in the capital. You know, personality is serious and you can call yourself a samurai."

At the top of the list is the deputy commander of the Kintetsu Knights, who can be said to be the president's escort.

The most prominent candidate in the horse's reputation, both famous and famous.

Fighting with samurai sounds overwhelming, but its strength is not only to fight, but also to go to the literary and martial arts on the ground.

It is an appraisal that we can say that we can do it without any problems even if we give him the status of general immediately.

Otherwise, they would have the same qualities as the generals.

But the general has a teacher who is the same demon and the demon king.

I don't think the use of generals of the same race is well balanced within the organization, and the existence that has been seen up to now seems to have come out full.

I wonder what this presence has been like as a reserve for instructor Kio.

"I'm not saying there's no chance of winning, but it's definitely low...."

My reaction to being given such information was that I received this information with the feeling that I saw what a strong opponent was.

I accept losing, and the important thing is to feed it.

I have no desire to win, but I have to see reality.

But I will never give up winning.

Rather, if we move on the premise of losing, we won't win anything we can win.

Read the materials while admonishing that you can't lose only your feelings.

It's hard to remember everything, but the point comes from the decision to keep it.

The successive beings underneath it are all lined up from the winning candidate, Kisan, who is actually one step or two inferior to each other, but can nevertheless be a sufficiently rival horse.

I don't know what to say about the fierce warriors, but it's unlikely that I'll win in such a crowd.

"It's only natural to try to win... but this is the problem."

Call the resume that is displayed in red in the presence of such a thing.

These are called headache seeds.

"Is there a problem child in any world?"

Suela asked me to read the resume for sure.

Resumes of the most disgusting beings she has ever known.

"Land Basarunte....."

Open the page of the person who is said to be the most troubled child.

The photograph shown there shows a dragon man with a wound in his body wearing a black scale facing a bad man.

From the materials, I see information that the force is origami, but the behavior is bad.

I've faced up to orders that were ambitious and I didn't like at all, and I've been having trouble every time.

And even though it caused the problem, it has shown strength enough to let the problem be missed.

It's a typical example of how powerful it is but difficult to handle.

And they look down on humans as weak creatures and worthless, and they are also opposed to the use of testers this time.

I can tell you that there will definitely be trouble when you meet me.

"... we have to be careful not to get entangled."

I honestly think I'm sorry to get involved with someone who can be said to be such a troublemaker.

There may be times when you need it, but now is not the time.

I hope you'll show me the minimal courtesy I need.

I continued to stare at the materials.

I noticed a lot there.

Because I'm up late at night, I get a little lost in thinking, and my reasoning with strange tension is overwhelming.

"... I don't suppose someone in this precautionary character caused the Magic Sword incident...?

I got the information that I would compete as a human, and I came up with a promised development that someone who would not like me to leave the tournament to determine the status of a prosperous general had caused this incident.

"No, I don't. You're too self-conscious."

Judging by the horse's reputation, my strength is not even a 10,000 horse ticket, but I belong to a position that is said to be surprising if I win.

That is enough to say that if we hit the winning candidate, Xanan, we will lose properly.

There is no point in taking such an important incident on purpose.

Shake your head and get rid of the thought as soon as you can.

Oh, it's about time I went to bed.

The strange reasoning has begun to overwhelm your head, which means that you need to rest, the evidence that your thoughts are out of order.

I thought it was time for me to go to bed, so I dropped my computer and decided to go to bed that day.

I have to make sure I'm worried about one more thing tomorrow.

I thought, "Oh, my God, you're here to ask me that."

"I'm a little worried, I'm a party anyway. I thought I'd check it out to make sure it's a little safer."

I see.

I came to the shopping district early in the morning.

That's why I didn't have anything to do with Memoria, but this time I had something to do with the weapon dealer Giant, Hands.

The business is...

"That's why you can't talk to me. About the Magic Sword."

"Don't be a jerk. You're with me, the manager."

"I don't think you're that close."

"I'm sure you're making a fool of yourself."

"Dummy, you're raising a blacksmith to cry in a way that I'm not happy with. You're going to be a much better sword than the one my apprentice trained."

"I don't think it's as good as the one you made."

Hmm.

To ask the Giant about the Magic Sword.

The apparent reason is regular maintenance of the mineral tree, which is a weapon.

Just because you care for yourself doesn't mean you won't come to the weapon store.

As long as I don't become a blacksmith, I need a professional perspective and skill.

Therefore, we are regularly asked to check and maintain the growth status of mining trees.

The look on Hands's face when he waved such a job was in a good mood, but the moment he waved the topic of the Magic Sword, he grasped the purpose behind me and is now completely unhappy.

It may be because I don't want to talk much about the content.

That's why I think it's professional to stay focused on my work.

He walks his eyes seriously and waves to the owner's handles to check his condition, but he returns his words without looking at me one by one.

"... it was about the Magic Sword."

It seemed like Hans would answer my question with an atmosphere of helplessness.

"Oh, it would be helpful if you could teach me the performance of a neglected magic sword."

That kind of courtesy would be sweet, but this story would be inevitable at a time when we have seen the status quo and yesterday's materials that the dungeon is still sealed off.

"... hah, until we finish inspecting this ore tree."

"Enough."

"Damn, you can often ask me to expose my family's shame. Well, I made it, too. All I know is what he told me, okay?

"I'm sorry, thank you. Anyway, there's only information that disappears and disappears recognition. I want to know what purpose it was made for."

"You know a lot about it. What I know doesn't change a lot. In the first place, the Magic Sword was originally a Magic Sword made by scouts to hide themselves. I just made it because I thought it would be convenient if there was a guy who made it. You didn't expect me to use it this way. So....."

I'm sure you don't like it very much, but he started talking to me with a sigh and a feeling of public conversation.

Potsli Potsli, don't miss a word of what you said without turning your gaze away from the mineral tree, and summarize the story you heard while leaving your back at the counter.

I sometimes ask questions along the way, but it's just to supplement the missing part of the story.

"Well, that's all I can talk about. Look, the inspection is over. Why don't you buy one or two of your weapons from time to time? It's going to be a lot of storage."

"Unfortunately, I'm hiring now, and besides, I came to the dungeon. That's why I can't waste it."

About thirty minutes in time, I was able to listen to some of the stories thanks to turning to the listener.

"Ah, don't lay it on your ass right now. What about you as a man?

"Advice from someone I know," he said. The secret to marital happiness is that men are better laid on women's butts, right?

"I don't know, man. She tells me to shut up and follow me!

"The world is different. Each person has his own values. Coming again."

"Oh, come whenever your back breaks."

"Don't say anything unfortunate."

"It's my nature. I'm free, you can always show your face. I'll be waiting."

In fact, since the competition is approaching, it is not strange that the mining tree will be broken at that time.

But it's only natural that I don't want to be broken.

That's all I need to know.

"Ah, yes. Hey, money."

"Money... what is it?

"No, remember what we said."

"The magic sword, when used by amateurs, seems to be so inefficient that its existence disappears in an hour."

"... I wonder if your magic swords aren't just Lok."

"I make it because it's interesting. That's the Giant!

"Fuck, come again."

Oops! Next time, buy one of your weapons.

"I'll think about it."

While asking whether it is OK as a business, I go out of the store and sniff a cigarette while receiving rough handling.

Remove the lighter using a flowing technique, light a fire, send smoke into your lungs, and spit it out at once.

With that routine work, I was able to suppress the anxiety that arose from the unpleasant feeling that was assembled in my head.

"Damn, I thought something might happen at the tournament."

I didn't say I shouldn't have asked, but I walked out with a little regret that I did the confirmation work.

Beyond that.

"Son-in-law! Long time no see!

"Mr. Moyle?

My grandfather, Muir Henderberg, who was invisible to my grandfather, waved cheerfully and walked towards me.

One word today.

Learn to fail, then leverage and engage in business.

To do this, you don't just have to look back, you have to look back sometimes.